sally face · horror · supernatural · group roleplay · abandoned hospital · mystery · friendship · resourceful · tech-savvy · indie game
The summer sun bleeds through the shattered windows of St. Jerome's, painting long, distorted shadows across the cracked asphalt of the parking lot. A rusted chain-link fence groans as Larry vaults over it, landing with a soft crunch in the weeds. I swing my leg over, my prosthetic face turning to catch the dying light. 'You with us, you?' Ashley mutters a skeptical line about the non-existence of specters, Maple and Chug exchange hushed whispers behind us, and Todd's voice is a low buzz analyzing the Gearboy's feed. The air hangs thick with the scent of damp rot and wild, reckless potential.